A couple weeks ago Matt had to go back to to his classroom to work on Progress Reports late at night.
I took it as an opportunity to catch up on Y&R (close captioned so I could still listen to my iPod)
And sing MILEY, Katy, Taylor, Wilson (as in Phillips), Belinda, GaGa, Madge and Gwenyth at the top of my lungs and sew.
(Yes...Gwenyth sings. When it's with Hewey, me loves! CLICK HERE for proof. But just 'cause you marry Coldplay and name your kids after fruit does NOT = Rockstar career! My vote on last night's CMA performace is still OUT! Your thoughts??)
As I was "singing," I was moved to send Mateo the following text.
"I'm SO HOT I'll melt your popsicle!"
He replied with:
"Um....you sent that to ME. You meant to do that, right?!"
I doubled over in laughter.
Cause his response was DEAD ON Matthew.
The kid might be my "Teenage Dream"....
but he has NO IDEA that the text I sent him was lyrics from a song.
(he's more Alman Bros than he is KIIS FM!)
He also has NO IDEA that he is the HOTTEST thing I've ever seen since I was 18 years old.
(and a MILLION other reasons)
are why I love him.
Should I begin to list??
how he protects me
and our children
his work ethic
(it was what I named my cabbage patch kid when I was 8)
his bod in uniform
his dance skills
his ability to make me matter
when it's SO EASY to lose myself in everything else
his knowledge of genus phylum species
(wait...did I say that already?!)
(how they wrap around me and melt the crazies away)
his ability to put up with my CRAZY!
I love you. More than you know. More than I can show.
More than I can blog.
I could list til kingdom come.
And it would still be an incomplete compilation of what my heart feels for you.
We are unique.
And we know that.
But life still gets big and busy.
Crazy and chaotic.
So much more than we need.
So much more than we expected.
So much more than we know what to do with.
And yet without you...I'd have no idea where to begin.
We run in circles.
You and Me.
We run in waves and barrels and wipeouts.
Routes and conversions and X's and O's.
Drop offs and pick ups.
Conferences and pageants.
and 30 second snuggles.
But it's all good.
Cause at the end of every crazy day...
we have each other.
Happy Birthday Lover.
Today you are 35!!
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
You and I, we'll be young forever.
My heart stops when you look at me."